[ well, more like twenty minutes, since he wasn't actually anywhere close. he spends a moment before he knocks at the door rubbing at his eyes, smoothing down his hair, trying to make himself look slightly less worn-out than he feels. and then he raps his knuckles on the door, calling out- ]
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[ well, more like twenty minutes, since he wasn't actually anywhere close. he spends a moment before he knocks at the door rubbing at his eyes, smoothing down his hair, trying to make himself look slightly less worn-out than he feels. and then he raps his knuckles on the door, calling out- ]
Jon? It's me.